Page 53 of Learning Little Lizzie

“I want… I don’t… I can’t…” The words were there, buried under the fog of lust and need clouding her mind, but she couldn’t seem to get them from her brain to her lips.

“Let go, baby.” He pressed his fingers inside her, curling them so he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Let go of everything that isn’t me and what I’m telling you right now. Let go of all the expectations you and others have put on your shoulders. Let go of all of it and listen to your Daddy.”

She shattered again with a sob. And this time when she broke, something else inside her clicked into place.

He had no reason to lie. If anything, he had every reason to push her to abandon her limits, to want the things he wanted, to accept being his baby in every possible way. He wanted that, wanted a woman who he could care for in those humiliating, intimate ways.

Instead, he was praising her for setting her own boundaries, even when they conflicted with his wants, his needs. Because he believed, truly believed, she was good and brave and strong for standing up for herself the way she had today.

Eyes locked with his, she raised her hand to his cheek, love for him swelling inside her to the point she thought she might burst with it. “I believe you.”

“My good girl.” Covering her hand with his, he leaned down to capture her lips in a deep, sweet kiss. “Do you want Daddy’s cock now, baby?”

“God, yes,” she replied with a shaky laugh. Despite having been forced to come over and over until she could barely think or move, she ached for him. For the feel of him filling her, stretching her the way his fingers couldn’t manage.

He rolled off the bed just long enough to strip down to nothing before kneeling between her thighs. And then he was inside her, and she arched up to meet him.

“One more, baby. Come for Daddy one more time.”

“I can’t. Daddy, I can’t, it’s too much.”

“No it’s not. It’s never enough. Be a good girl for Daddy and come one more time. Daddy wants to feel your sweet pussy milking his cock before he fills you up.”

Despite her protests, the pleasure built inside her once more. With every slow, easy thrust of his cock inside her, he pushed her closer and closer to that edge.

And this time when she went flying, she took him with her. Together their cries of ecstasy filled the room and together they collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty tangle of limbs. For a long, long while they simply lay there together, wrapped up in each other in every possible way.

“Are you really proud of me?” she asked after their breathing returned to normal and the high of their lovemaking began to fade.

“So proud, baby. You listened to your body and your heart, and you told me what you needed. I could not be more proud of you right now.”

“Even though I didn’t finish my punishment?”

The corners of his lips curved up as he brushed sweat-slicked strands of hair from her face. “Let me ask you something.”

“Oh, um. Okay.”

“Do you understand why you were being punished?”

“Yes,” she whispered, shame heating her cooling skin again. “I should have been honest with you last night when you asked about my assignments, and I should have been honest with Professor Remington this morning instead of trying to copy Reese. And I’m sorry I wasn’t willing to own up to it before.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was mad,” she admitted with a sigh. “Mostly I think I was mad at myself, but actually saying that would have meant admitting I really had lied to you, and I was too ashamed at the time to admit that. I’m still ashamed if I’m being honest.”

“Sounds like you had a lot of big feelings and you didn’t really know how to express them so you just settled on mad.”

“Yeah.”

“Poor baby.” He was petting her, stroking her hair over and over like he couldn’t stand to not touch her. Which was nice, and kind of adorable. “Perhaps we need a code word. Like a safe word, but for when you’re feeling overwhelmed and you need help with those big emotions.”

“Oh.” It made a weird kind of sense. If a safe word was for when she was overwhelmed by a scene, why shouldn’t she have one for when she was overwhelmed by her emotions? “What about… green beans.”

He blinked down at her. “Green beans?”

“Yes. They’re gross and looking at a pile of green beans makes me wanna gag. Kinda like talking about my emotions makes me feel.”

For a moment he just stared, and then one of those big laughs she loved so much burst out of him. “All right, silly girl. Green beans it is. If we’re in a situation like we were in this morning, just say your code word and we can stop whatever is happening to help you regulate.”

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